Ryan's Rants

Look at me,
All what has come before,
The places I no longer see,
Have shattered upon the floor,

Mirror mirror made of glass,
Shattered and broken upon the ground,
Reflecting only the cruel world’s ass,
Without making a sound,

Dignity so long been lost,
Stripped early as a boy,
Feels life’s bitter frost,
And feels used just like a toy,

For are we all pawns,
Locked in a game of wits,
Innocent like gentle fawns,
Drawn into violent fits

“If I wanted a comeback, I would wipe it off your mother’s chin”